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God's love and peace be with thee, where
Soe'er this soft autumnal air
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair |
Whether through city casements comes
Its kiss to thee, in crowded rooms,
Or, out among the woodland blooms,
It freshens o'er thy thoughtful face,
Imparting, in its glad embrace,
Beauty to beauty, grace to grace
Fair Nature's book together read,
The old wood-paths that knew our tread,
The maple shadows overhead, –
The hills we climbed, the river seen
By gleams along its deep ravine, –
All keep thy memory fresh and green.
Where’er I look, where’er I stray,
Thy thought goes with me on my way,
And hence the prayer I breathe to-day :
O'er lapse of time and change of scene,
The weary waste which lies between
Thyself and me, my heart I lean.
Thou lack'st not Friendship's spellword, nor
The half-unconscious power to draw
All hearts to thine by Love's sweet law.
With these good gifts of God is cast
Thy lot, and many a charm thou hast
To hold the blesséd angels fast.
If, then, a fervent wish for thee
The gracious heavens will heed from me,
What should, dear heart, its burden be
The sighing of a shaken reed, -
What can I more than meekly plead
The greatness of our common need
CoME then, my friend! my genius' come along;
O master of the poet, and the song
And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends,
To man's low passions, or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise;
Formed by thy converse happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe;
Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease,
Intent to reason, or polite to please.
0, while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame;
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale
When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose,
Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes,
Shall then this verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend
That, urged by thee, I turned the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart:
For wit’s false mirror held up Nature's light;
Showed erring pride, what EveR is, Is Right ;
That REASON, PAssion, answer one great aim ;
That true self-LovE and soci Ai are the same ;
That virtue only makes our bliss below;
And all our knowledge is, ours}. Lv Es to KNow.
A GENEROUs friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
POPE'S Ill AD.
3 POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS.
THE half-seen memories of childish days,
When pains and pleasures lightly came and went;
The sympathies of boyhood rashly spent
In fearful wand'rings through forbidden ways;
The vague, but manly wish to tread the maze
Of life to noble ends, – whereon intent,
Asking to know for what man here is sent,
The bravest heart must often pause, and gaze, –
The firm resolve to seek the chosen end
Of manhood's judgment, cautious and mature, —
Each of these viewless bonds binds friend to friend
With strength no selfish purpose can secure :
My happy lot is this, that all attend
That friendship which first came, and which shall last endure.
HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. HoR. O my dear lord— H.A.M. Nay, do not think I flatter: For what advancement may I hope from thee That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee! Why should the poor be flattered 2 No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath sealed thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, — A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards ". ta'en with equal thanks; and blessed are
those Whose blood and judgmentare so well co-mingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please : Give me that